*bowing* “Your pardon, L-rd bloom and Job. I need to depart to commune with my own creator.” * jumps * “Gloîn! Vesta! Holm! It is good to be home . Yet there is so much more to Narie than our forest and the Lady’s stronghold. Lady Leaf shall be glad to learn of the merfolk, and their underwater citi...

Or toast marshmallows over our fire elemental (which I think would earn us all some nice third degree burns). *sticks head in from Narie and the Valley of Eden and grins when Sorchat is spotted* " Ooo ... You remind me a lot of my new sister Vesta. Do you think this world could benefit from th...

A fascinating idea.
Melusina might make an interesting Goddess of the Seas...

Public turn posted, private turn sent.

...burble, gurgle... freely flow circulate to nourish peek above to know fall over the Shee rain upon the huts infiltrate the marshes sooth away all cuts Salmacian, en guard!! Mukuri, stand alert. The People Chosen to Hunt All, be wary. Fairy, yet flirt. Three-in-One, an enigma. Three others remain...

Having finished her assignment from the council of Salmacians successfully, Melusina dispersed back into the Source and continued her ever lasting ongoing purpose of completion through circulation...

*soft smile*

Pathfinder...

The Source feels as though there is a drought of cryptic hints going on.

Having left the discussion with the others , I dissolve and merge myself into us within the circulating Source. As our awareness expands, we become aware of other concerns within the Valley. The one who calls herself Melusina would address one of these situations best. Can she do so to the best inte...

I shake my head sadly at the lost one's conundrum. If I could only make myself known to him, we would do what we could to aid. Hesitating, and not knowing if my thought would again be received, I address the gathered party in both word and thought... "We are always near, in one form or another....

"Well and good.

"Then I hope a precedent for a way to communicate with each other when needed has been established. Even if we should be far physically from each other."

*slowly shakes head* "No, I do not negotiate for him, shaman. I am merely expressing what I feel is to come. "You feel the rising of powers, and have been informed of them by spirits. Or so you claimed in your greeting which drew us together. This lost stranger seems closed to such knowled...

"My thanks, shaman. So it is the bewildered one only who perceives neither myself nor Shalaylie. Should you choose to escort him on his journey through the Valley, you may find yourself interceding on his behalf more than expected. "I understand your willingness to intercede for your peopl...

The thought piercing her own blindness, the elemental let go of the bewildered one with a gasp. We will do what we can, she thinks in return, as she continues to regard voxL mutely.

The countenance of the elemental took on what appeared to be an expression of relief. Nodding towards the lizard, she replied, "My thanks, Khar-rris'Shrach. It is good to know at least one hears me. "Water is life, and carries life within all our forms. There are multitudes of what you wou...

With dawning realization, the water elemental reaches out towards the strange chuckling creature and gently lays a hand upon his shoulder. In both voice and thought, she addresses the one to which she clings gently, "I know not if touch will enable you to perceive me. You seemed to respond to o...

Turning towards the bewildered being, Melusina's countenance changes from one of benevolence to puzzlement. "The mists on the hills and the ice cold streams on their lower slopes are part of our circulation. And there are many old oak trees throughout the Valley. But one particular Old Oak Tree...

As the words of the large lizard's hissing is considered by all, the moisture in the mud of the ground suddenly withdraws from the ground beneath the feet of all. Pooling nearby, the moisture coalesces, and a figure, comprised of pure, clean water, rises to regard them all. It's movements at first a...

It is known rain is a sign of good luck. A light sprinkling falls upon Tulayev in response to his greeting. The Salmacians silently rejoice in this acknowledgment, no sound made other than the pitter-patter of their beings embracing the Valley floor. Their small pools pay homage to the shaman by poo...

In the Public Sumbission thread The Pathfinder wrote:Deadline One: Friday, July 10.
Email for where to send Private Submissions soon.

uhm...
Where should we email to find out where to send the private submissions? Or would PM for that be better?
*sorry*

I meant MY email will be posted soon.
Haha.

Midnight in what time zone on the 10th?